"Pour the water on the plant for crying out loud!" Farmer Scrikwick yelled at the new farmhand. It had been a week and still the boy didn't know how to water a plant. It was the most aggravating thing Farmer Scrikwick had ever experienced, and he didn't know what to do. Every time Evbrabell came out to try and assist the situation, he'd just yell at her and tell her to leave him to his job.
One day, though, Evbrabell finally snuck Farmer Scrikwick's glasses onto his face, and all became clear. He'd been yelling at the old fence post for the past week, and the farmhand had been tending the crops and livestock all on his own. Evbrabell had given him some guidance when her first arrived, but otherwise he was self-sufficient. Not one to be humiliated, though, Farmer Scrikwick continued yelling at that fence post until it had learned how to water the plant. And when it did, he was one content farmer!
One day, though, Evbrabell finally snuck Farmer Scrikwick's glasses onto his face, and all became clear. He'd been yelling at the old fence post for the past week, and the farmhand had been tending the crops and livestock all on his own. Evbrabell had given him some guidance when her first arrived, but otherwise he was self-sufficient. Not one to be humiliated, though, Farmer Scrikwick continued yelling at that fence post until it had learned how to water the plant. And when it did, he was one content farmer!
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